Page 87 of Cam Girl

Damning myself to an even hotter space in hell.

Gilli whimpers and then my mouth presses to hers, covering whatever other sounds she makes. Heat shoots straight down to my cock as we move together. Our tongues clash and swirl and I’m filled with her taste.

Chocolate, yes, but also honey and salt and fire. She’s everything I've denied myself and I’m suddenly starving. It’s impossible to take a breath without her scent twining through my system.

My nerves ignite like I’ve been zapped with a cattle prod and I need everything she's willing to give me.

“God,Tase.”

There’s my name again, right there on the tip of her tongue, and I swallow it down. Eating her up and kissing her so deep our teeth crash together.

Too long. It’s been too long since I’ve touched a woman this way or been touched right back. It’s a distant thought rattling around in my brain as I drop my fingers to her legs to pry them open, trailing my touch along her inner thighs.

Gilli grabs my wrist to guide my hand higher toward the heat pulsing off her core. Holy fuck is she hot. I’m willing to bet she’s tight, too. So fucking tight she’ll squeeze my cock better than my own fist can.

I grunt when my fingers make contact with her. The borrowed scrubs are loose enough to allow me to feel every soft fold of her lips through the fabric.

Fuck, this is heaven. Or hell. Yes, definitely hell,because as fun as it is to play, there is still a line I’m not supposed to cross.

Even when she’s urging me to cross it.

“I want you,” she mutters against my mouth.

I massage her core with my knuckles until she’s quivering. Is she aching for me the same way I’m aching for her?

I kiss her breasts again, feel the hardness of her nipples against the cloth. I bite one of them through the fabric, my heart thundering in my ears and a small voice telling me to stop growing more distant at her moans.

Biting, nibbling. Caressing and sucking and damn, how great will she look tied to my bed with silk scarves or handcuffs, her legs spread and her arms overhead? Dripping wetness from her pussy while the restraints keep her bound, my little captive.

“Touch me,” she demands.

Her head drops back, giving me perfect access. She cries out when I bite down harder on her nipple, her hands gripping both me and the counter for stability while she rolls her hips.

If she touches me, I’ll lose it.

The second her hand falls on my dick?—

Her mouth finds me again and she sweeps her tongue over mine. I pull my hand from her pussy and drag her forward to feel the hard ridge of my cock. Grinding against her so she knows what she does to me.

My dick is practically bulging out of my pants.Goddammit. This is the first time I’ve not only broken down and screwed around with someone who should be off limits, but at work, no less. At my place of business.

I’m an idiot.

I back away suddenly, my hands in the air. Like I’m a fucking criminal caught red-handed.

“Don’t stop.” Gilli is breathing hard, her lips are pink and swollen from the kisses, her glasses slightly askew, and her hair mussed. “Tase, please.”

“This isn’t a good idea,” I groan.

“I know it’s not, but I want to do it anyway,” she replies.

“I want to also, as you can see.” I point down to my erection. “Still doesn’t mean it’s going to happen. I won’t touch you again.”

“Is this because of my stepbrother?”

Her face is flushed and it makes me want to fuck her even more. But it doesn’t matter how good it might feel. I’d hate myself even more than I already do when we’re done, and I’m not willing to fuck up my life for quick pleasure.

I’ll find someone else to screw.

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